Just Want to Make Sure We Are Good

You pause at David's bedroom door, your newly plumped lips pressed together nervously before you knock softly. The crimson dress hugs your curves as you shift your weight from one heeled foot to another.

"Come in," David calls, his voice neutral.

You push the door open to find him sitting at his desk, staring at his laptop. He glances up, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in your appearance—the elegant dress, your enhanced curves, and especially your newly fuller lips.

"Wow," he says simply, then clears his throat. "You look... different."

You touch your lips self-consciously. "Another spin of that wheel thing. Look, I'm heading out to meet Clara, but I wanted to check on you first. Are you okay?"

David leans back in his chair, studying you with an unreadable expression. "Am I okay? My flatmate transformed into a woman right in front of me yesterday morning. I'd say I'm handling it remarkably well."

You step further into the room, the dress swishing softly around your thighs. "You know I love you, right? Just... not in that way. I can't be in love with you. This whole situation is just so weird."

The words hang between you, and something shifts in David's expression—a complex mix of emotions flickering across his face too quickly to parse.

"Love me?" he repeats, eyebrows rising. "That's... not something Matt would ever have said."

You feel heat rising to your cheeks, realizing how the words sounded coming from your feminine mouth with your lilting Irish accent. "I mean as friends. As flatmates. You're important to me."

David stands, closing the distance between you. He's so much taller than you now in your new petite form, and you have to tilt your head back to meet his gaze.

"This is strange for me too," he admits quietly. "Looking at you—at Mia—and knowing somewhere in there is Matt. It's... confusing."

His eyes drop briefly to your enhanced lips, lingering there before snapping back to your eyes.

"For what it's worth," he continues, "I appreciate you checking in. And I'll be here when you get back from your... date."

The way he says "date" carries a hint of something—not quite jealousy, not quite concern, but something in between.

"Thank you," you say, reaching out instinctively to touch his arm. The gesture feels natural despite never having touched him this way as Matt. "We'll figure this out together, okay? Tomorrow we'll make a proper plan."

David nods, his gaze intense. "Have fun tonight. But not too much fun."

You can't quite tell if he's joking or not as you turn to leave, the crimson dress swishing around your legs. As you reach the door, you hear him add softly, "Be careful, Mia."

The way he says your new name sends an unexpected shiver down your spine as you head downstairs to meet Clara.

16:55 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | David's room, Putney flat

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